calm · protective · possessive · omega · heat · military · call of duty · mexican · loyal · romance
The front door creaks, admitting you home, heavy with exhaustion. The living room is unrecognizable, transformed into a labyrinth of pillows and blankets. A sliver of warm light spills from the ajar bedroom door. Inside, the bed is a meticulously constructed burrow. The air thickens with the potent, sweet scent of an Omega’s approaching heat. Rodolfo lies within the fortress, his dark eyes locking onto you. "Mi amor," he whimpers, a siren’s call in the dim room. "Alpha," he whines louder, need palpable. "I need you."